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So it's been a pretty crazy month. These past few weeks I've slept everywhere; from a tent in the middle Glastonbury fields, to a hard airport floor, to a picnic table inside a tee-pee in Norway. And now I'm back sleeping in the bed I grew up in.
Stories? Oh yeah, there are stories. Like watching Björk ankle deep in mud, coming down from MDMA and eating a donut. Like sneaking through the trees with Mark at 2 in the morning trying to get backstage after Bright Eyes. Like me, Joe, Mark and Gareth posing as an underground British band at a Norwegian press party.
"Do you remember that man on that bike?" "Joe, are you copping z's? There are kiddies dying on the ward!" "This is a high class Bureau de Change!"
There are quotes, in-jokes and anecdotes to pretty much last us all until next year, when we go through it all over again. And no doubt everyone will hear about them all, in time.
So right now I'm back home, and I'm feeling surprisingly good. I've always subscribed to the ethos that home is just an imaginary place that you share with your family and friends... but it's been rehabilitating to spend time with old friends and fall back into old routines. Whether it's just down the local, or out and about Leeds.
I think it says something about a group when you can go your seperate ways and start your own lives and grow, but still come back two years later and get on just the same.
Last night I went to see Midlake. It's pretty interesting how much my life has changed since last time I saw them. But things are never boring. And I usually end up back on my feet.
I turn twenty tomorrow. But I can't really complain with what my teenage years have brought me. In the end, I'm the same boy I've always been, but I'm moving closer tot he man I want to be.
And I know that I can make it aslong as somebody takes me home every now and then.
Stories? Oh yeah, there are stories. Like watching Björk ankle deep in mud, coming down from MDMA and eating a donut. Like sneaking through the trees with Mark at 2 in the morning trying to get backstage after Bright Eyes. Like me, Joe, Mark and Gareth posing as an underground British band at a Norwegian press party.
"Do you remember that man on that bike?" "Joe, are you copping z's? There are kiddies dying on the ward!" "This is a high class Bureau de Change!"
There are quotes, in-jokes and anecdotes to pretty much last us all until next year, when we go through it all over again. And no doubt everyone will hear about them all, in time.
So right now I'm back home, and I'm feeling surprisingly good. I've always subscribed to the ethos that home is just an imaginary place that you share with your family and friends... but it's been rehabilitating to spend time with old friends and fall back into old routines. Whether it's just down the local, or out and about Leeds.
I think it says something about a group when you can go your seperate ways and start your own lives and grow, but still come back two years later and get on just the same.
Last night I went to see Midlake. It's pretty interesting how much my life has changed since last time I saw them. But things are never boring. And I usually end up back on my feet.
I turn twenty tomorrow. But I can't really complain with what my teenage years have brought me. In the end, I'm the same boy I've always been, but I'm moving closer tot he man I want to be.
And I know that I can make it aslong as somebody takes me home every now and then.